Another old photograph from the Isle of Man. This one is a view across Port Erin. I know some photographers may grimace as I struggle to find it sticking to any of the rule of thirds, but cut out any … Continue reading
Isolation. It’s not when I’m alone I feel the weight of loneliness. When I’m alone they talk to me- The birds, the trees, the leaves. I hear God’s voice on a gentle breeze, His tears speaking in the … Continue reading
Another view across the moors, through the window of a ruin on the hilltop. Through a ruin’s frame I see hope in nature’s glow. So it is in life.
Sticking with the Isle of Man theme, I have been looking at a couple of photographs from my wanderings over the manx moors. This one is ‘deadly’! His eyes, empty, stare. Through my bones, through my soul, my Memento … Continue reading
Familiar Do you know that familiar feeling When the words won’t Stop like a dripping Tap Endlessly pouring From an over-tapped reservoir Of conflicting emotions? And you want to ask yourself a question But you can not guarantee the answer … Continue reading
Six Feet Down An orange wrapper, discarded on line two- Lying on its own, beside a leather brogue. The brogue is on its way to the Bund. It’s healthy sheen Reflects the world around: Objectionable Uggs A tissue, by a … Continue reading